Still in London (this is a photo of my hotel here), still going to the theater every night...thank goodness the stagehands' strike has not yet traveled across the pond. Two nights ago, a dazzling production of MacBeth, with Patrick Stewart...yes, the Star Trek guy...who knew he was a brilliant classical actor? (Well, obviously the producer who cast MacBeth)
Last night, the muscial Billy Elliott, from the charming film of a few years ago. Tonight, Shadowlands.
But what about daytime, if you are in another city but one you've been to often before, so you're not really a tourist and no thank you, don't WANT to see the crown jewels again?
Well, yesterday I went to Old Bailey. This is a fairly well-kept secret, I think, that visitors, if they can find the special entarnce and go through the metal detector and the patting-down search for contraband, and are not carrying a camera, and promise to be very very quiet...can sit and watch the criminal court in action. That's what I did yesterday, and happened on a murder trial. Tawdry plot: drugs; hooded sweatshirts; knives; guns; cash. But the dialogue was wonderful:...